Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

[AmberStar]

A timid smile comes to my face when Michele takes my hand and begins to guide me to the big circular stairway that leads down to the main foyer. I only a few hours ago accepted the fact that I had sex with a woman and well really enjoyed it but letting everyone one else know of this fact unsettled me some. I could feel my fingers tightening upon Michele’s hand with a worried, rhythmic tapping of my fingers upon the back of her hand.

“Michele, I don’t know about this.” I whisper but she must not have heard me for she was interested in what came into our view as we descended further down the stairway. She proceeded to speak about some side doors to the right and was guiding me in that direction. She quickly but quietly moved inside and pulled me along with her. I step up next to her, allowing my arm to have more contact with her arm. I heard the big man speak and I instantly pulled slightly back. “Michele!” I whisper with a slight fear in my voice.

Memories of friends being captured and interrogated by Russian FSB flooded my mind and I will never forget the good friends that I lost to them. I will never forget how angry I was for so long, but as they all say time heals all but that only works if the memories don’t come back. Just the accent sent shivers down my spine. I know my place and I know I cant let this effect my dealings with Josephine so I step back up next to Michele, but stand a little more closer to her. “Sorry, Just bad memories.” I whisper to her before looking back to what was going on in the room.

The more the man spoke the more memories hit me and I was beginning to feel nauseous. I just stepped closer to Michele and wrapped my arms around her waist. The fact of me being with a women seemed to fade to the new feelings that are hitting me now.

 

[Rose4Emily]

“Michele!” Alysa hisses softly as Michele silently pulls her through the side doors into Josephine's office. Michele narrows her eyes and tilts her head at Alysa, who responds, “Sorry.... Just bad memories.”

Alysa then steps closer and wraps her arms around Michele's waist. Michele feels her new lover's trembling subside. Making a logical, albeit incorrect, assumption, Michele thinks that Josephine's earlier rough treatment of Alysa had traumatized her more significantly than she'd realized. Michele leans over and whispers in Alysa's ear.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure Josephine doesn't touch you again unless you say it's alright."

 

[Hard_Rom]

Constantine turns his head to follow Madame Czartoryski's look. Well at least the two pretty maids won't have to worry about being impregnated by their employer. One looks decidely unhappy, maybe even afraid. Maybe she is illegal immigrant and sex slave. Russia is a crossroads and large supplier to the human trafficking trade. But in Chechyna war crimes and atrocities on both sides occurred and Constantine is not one to 'throw the first stone'. As long as Madame Czaroryski is not running an organized criminal empire, who is he to judge.

He wonders when the corrupt local police will make an appearance. If he was filthy rich, would he fill his house with mercenaries and sex slaves he asks himself. No, he thinks not. He would build house in mountains and live like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the movie, Commando. Well maybe one sex slave.

He returns his attention to the scantily clad, decadent, sexual pervert he hopes to gain employment with.

"I Googled you," he answers, "I searched for reech person dat deed not appear een publeec veed botyguard." "Den I ask around eef you have personal trainer."

"Dis eez vat you call... cold call."

Lake Geneva is ringed with mansions, fine homes, condominiums and hotels. The concentration of the very rich makes the area an excellent choice to find employment for a man of his stature and experience. If he has no luck in this region, he intends to drive to California. All his possessions are packed in his car. Lots of rich, decadent millionaires, recording artists and movie stars out there.

Maybe he could be movie star himself. The success of Hafthor Bjornsson, an ex-basketball player with a bumb knee, playing The Mountain on TV is an inspiration. Schwarzenegger became movie star and state governor. He has never heard of Jesse Ventura beyond his wrestling career and two movies with Schwazenegger.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

радушие



“Dis eez vat you call...” Constanine took a moment to find the English term, “cold call.”

“I rarely answer my own land line phone,” Josephine replied with an odd frown. “But when I do, I hang up on telemarketers.”

She looked the Russian up and down, an act that took longer than usual, especially in the upward dimension. Then she smiled slightly. “Still, Ian is right about your ‘singular qualifications.’ On the other hand, this is Saturday, and I try not to conduct business on weekends. I’ll tell you what. Spend the weekend here as our guest, and we will discuss your actual employment — should I decide to keep you — Monday morning. Soglasovano?”

 

[AmberStar]

I tilt my to the side when Michele leans over and whispers into my ear, but what she whispers into my ear slightly confuses me for a second before realizing she was assuming that I was having bad memories about Josephine’s forwardness with me. I lightly push my head against hers. “It’s not Josephine that is giving me the bad memories.” My eyes dart over to the Russian whom seems to be looking at us with an analyzing stare. “It’s the Russian, not him directly, just where he is from brings bad memories.” I whisper back into her ear.

I pull my hold around Michele tighter as I pull my eyes away from the massive frame of the Russian, to the well kept office flooring. I swallow the lump that is forming as he resumes talking to Josephine, but swirl away from the meeting as Josephine’s words of welcoming comes to my ears. I swallow hard and clamp shut my eyes and try to overcome the anxiety that swells up from the pit of my stomach.

‘I can’t be this way now!’ I tell myself, fearing that my little tantrums will only aggravate Michele and will definitively not be accepted or tolerated by Josephine. I just have to accept what I have gotten myself into and try to make the best of it. I pull my gaze up from the floor back to the warm eyes of Michele. “I promise I will come around to accepting all of this. I don’t mean to be such a problem.”

I wish I could be myself, but being a Nikita around here would only get me tossed into a prison for espionage against the United States and that just don’t appeal to me. So I guess I will just stay in this mode of living till I can find away out of this mess, if only I didn’t have feelings for … I look to Michele once more.

“So should we be getting them drinks?” I ask trying to act as if all was okay now, even if it wasn’t.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Inwardly, Constantine winces. He should have realized it was the weekend and that he might be intruding. But Madame Czartroryski seems not put out. If he had realized he would have been forced to spend some of his limited cash on a local motel room. Or more likely found a woman in a local bar with a place to stay.

"Bol'shoe spasibo, Madame Czartoryski," he replies in Russian, expressing his thanks and pleasure at the invitation, "S bol'shim udovol'stviem." "Vyochen' dobry."

"Izvinite. Ja..."

He is about to apologize for intruding on her weekend. When he realizes he is speaking in Russian in response to her fluent usage of the Russian word for 'okay'. 'Tovarishch' he commonly hears from westerners usually delivered in atrocious American or English accents along with 'da' and 'net', usually pronounced as 'nyet'. But Josephine's 'okay' is delivered like a native. He had assumed she was of Polish descent by her last name. Although the Russian/Polish border over history has been quite fluid, if not non-existent.

"You speak Russian, Madame Czartoryski?" he asks.

 

[Lordmikel]

Malcolm smiled as the man responded in Russian. His Russian wasn't as natural as a few other languages, but he caught the meaning of what the man was saying. He looked over at Fruit Loops though, trying to determine what issue the girl seemed to be having. The logical thing would be the Russian talking, Russian mob was always scary to deal with, they don't like hearing no too often. Russian spies also like to scare people. Really though he was unconcerned, the girl would either survive or not.

He did wonder Josephine's knowledge of Russian.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Carl smiled as the big man slipped into his native tongue just because Josephine spoke one word fluently at him. He had noticed that a lot of poor English speakers, or indeed any foreign language speakers, would do that given the slightest chance.

f course he was able to follow the man's words. As a diplomat he was expected to be fluent in all of the main languages of the world and be able to survive in a lot more. Russian he was fluent in. After all it was their biggest neighbour and it would be impolite not to be able to speak it.

However he kept that to himself for now. No need to show ones hand before it was needed. As in politics so in life.

He noticed that Fruitloops was not looking well and considering what was happening in the room and who was in it he began to put two and two together. he dismissed Josephine's act as her reason for acting the way she was. She had had time to get over that with Michele and even if she was still worried a simple hand clasp probably would have sufficed until Josephine actually took notice of her.

No this had to do with the big man in the room. He dismissed the notion she knew him. She was English Secret service and he had no reason to doubt this man's words. They would have run in different circles. So if not him what?

Then he realized it was the man's accent. She had avoided looking at him but she winced every time he talked and when he lapsed into full Russian she had blanched even more. Obviously something had happened to her involving the Russians. What he did not know, but if this man came to work here she was going to be in for a very tough time.

Maybe he should have a quiet word in Josephine's ear about this? It wouldn't really be interfering would it, just providing her with an additional piece of information for her to consider before making up her mind.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Keep Your Friends Close...



“You speak Russian, Madame Czartoryski?” Constantine asked.

“Moya sem'ya iz Litvy i Pol'shi,” Josephine replied, pursing her lips as she reflected upon the tragic history of those two nations. “It seemed prudent to learn the language of our... neighbors. Ich spreche Deutsch, auch.”

Before Constantine could respond to her implied comparison, she turned to Ian and spoke. “Mr. Garov must be uncomfortable in that dark suit on this hot day, Ian. Please assist him with any luggage he has and show him to a room upstairs where he can change. I’m in the mood for a swim.”

 

[KaseE]

"Oh, excuse me," Mary said upon entering the ground floor Master Suite and discovering the chauffeur, Dawn, and chef, Chrissy, snuggling near the foot of the huge canopied bed. "I just need my things."

Collecting her uniform and accouterments, Mary left immediately and slipped around the corner to the small bathroom between the elevator and the garage. There, she took the opportunity to use the toilet and freshen up afterward.

She got dressed as if for work, wearing all of her gear except for her sidearm, which remained secure where she left it the night before. After a final check in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, she emerged and went directly to the Grand Parlor. She frowned at first, then on reconsideration smiled, finding that only Karen and Maurice remained in the huge room.

Completing her slow variation on Chopin's "Minute Waltz," Karen looked up. Mary had returned, now dressed in her tan Deputy Sheriff uniform. The way it tightened at her full but lean hips and over her large, round breasts caused a tingle between Karen's thighs.

Maurice stood looking at Mary, as if trying to decide what to do next. It confirmed what Karen had already suspected. Maurice had invented his game on the fly, simply as a way to artificially assert dominance over the rest of them. The way the game's requirements and rules kept shifting made that obvious.

Meanwhile, Professor Edgeways remained near the broad steps to the foyer, confined to his wheelchair. It pained Karen to see how much he had slipped over the past year. She felt quite sympathetic toward him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Turner," she said as she rose and crossed the parlor to take a hold of the handles on the back of the wheelchair. She continued to address Maurice. "You said your game requires an even number of players. While we have four now, I'm not sute the professor is up to playing. I'll help him to wherever he wants to go next."

 

[cripple92996]

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He bowed. Thank You all perhaps the Godess will talk to me later. He smiled as he was wheeled out of the room to a hallway where Kase gently took off his socks

 

[KaseE]

Karen levered Professor Edgeways up the broad steps to the foyer and wheeled him into the hallway between Josephine's office and the elevator. From there, he could join the others or head back to his room. Before she offered him this choice, however, he spoke: "It's warm today, Dear. Would you be so kind as to remove my socks."

Karen knelt down in front of him, pushed up his pants legs, and carefully rolled off his knee high support stockings to expose his feet.

"Is that better, Sir?" she asked. "Is there anything else that you need to be comfortable?"

 

[cripple92996]

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I'm sorry to ask, I enjoy your company so much. Josephine is lucky to have you.
Would you just stay for a moment?

 

[KaseE]

"I'm sorry to ask," Professor Edgeways said. "I enjoy your company so much. Josephine is lucky to have you. Would you just stay for a moment?"

"Of course, Professor!" Karen replied sincerely. His obvious loneliness tugged at her heart. "I enjoy your company, too. You're so smart and have so many interesting stories."

Still on her knees in front of him, Karen asked, "Would you like to go outside? This early there is probably a nice breeze."

 

[cripple92996]

hui

Ok, but I am ashamed to admit I will need some help first. I am on a lot of new pills which are hard to swallow. I am sorry to be so disabled. I'm sure you have better things to do.

 

[cripple92996]

jhjh

KaREN YOU are so sexy so beatuful

 

[KaseE]

Ok, but I am ashamed to admit I will need some help first. I am on a lot of new pills which are hard to swallow. I am sorry to be so disabled. I'm sure you have better things to do.

"Oh, Professor, don't be silly!" Karen replied sincerely as she stood and moved around to take hold of the wheelchair handles. She paused a moment to make sure she used the politically correct terminology. "People with disabilities have nothing to be sorry for. It's just who they are. I assume your medicines are upstairs? Let's just pop up there and get them."

She wheeled him into the elevator and pressed the button for the upper floor.

KaREN YOU are so sexy so beatuful

"Oh, Professor!" It surprised her to find herself blushing. "That's so sweet to say!"

 

[cripple92996]

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She was so kind, so protective. Professor edgeways could function in the world independently but every now and then it felt so good to be nurtured and protected!!

 

[cripple92996]

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Oh Karen as she came back with the pills. I am so pleased

 

[KaseE]

Karen wheeled Professor Edgeways back to his suite and, leaving him a moment, went into its bathroom and found one of those large plastic cases divided into little compartments for each day's medicines. She took out the dose for that morning and filled a large glass with cool water.

"Oh Karen," Professor Edgeways smiled as she came back to the bedroom. "I am so pleased."

"I'm happy to help," she told him honestly as she handed him the water, then one pill at a time until he had swallowed them all. "Say, Professor, do you have any shorts or swimming trunks with you? I bet it's nice down by the pool."

 

[cripple92996]

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Before I go swimming. I need you to check my breathing If its too fast I cant be in water.
I don't tell just anyone this but I trust you

 

[KaseE]

"Before I go swimming," Professor Edgeways explained. "I need you to check my breathing. If its too fast I can't be in water."

Karen took the drinking glass from him and set it on the night stand next to his bed. He added then, "I don't tell just anyone this, but I trust you."

"Aww, thank you, Professor," Karen dimpled. "Well, let's get you in your suit first. Then we can check your breathing when we're by the pool."

Without giving it a second thought, it just seemed the thing to do, she bent over and started to unbuckle the belt for his slacks.

 

[cripple92996]

j

She quickly removed the pants and put on the suit.
Professor edgeways grinned. He wished he could take her home.
Her musclur hands aroused him

 

[KaseE]

Karen had to again kneel in front of the wheelchair to remove Professor Edgeway's slacks and underwear, and then to work his bathing suit up his thin legs and onto his hips. She averted her eyes as best she could. She did not want to make him feel uncomfortable by looking directly at his penis.

Having lost her virginity only the night before, Karen still found male anatomy a bit of an exciting mystery. She remembered how touching Uncle Ian's and Mr. Builtmore's organs made them move and grow under her touch, almost like an independent living thing. Now, having gotten Professor Edgeway into his bathing suit, she saw that he had developed an erection, making the fabric of his shorts rise up like a little tent. The heat this caused in her loins shocked her.

She appreciated his kindness. She admired his intelligence. She sympathized with his loneliness. She stayed on her knees and felt herself blushing as she looked up into his eyes and asked, "Is there anything else for which we need to check your breathing before we can do it?"

 

[cripple92996]

sd

He was excited but couldn't show it the Godess would kill him if he inflected his fucked up bod on Karen. No thanks dear